#mm.intro

[sybilltrelawncy]

╰ °✧ that’s SYBILL TRELAWNEY and SHE seems to look a lot like ANYA CHALOTRA. according to ministry files, the HALFBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re 24 and is A FORTUNE TELLER. a family photo with multiple faces torn off, the glowing amber eyes of a black cat in a dark room, piles of dusty books never touched by the hands which bought them, the constant half-decay of everything even the air in your lungs, fingerprints leaving stains on the smoothness of a crystal ball are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re NEUTRAL.

( tw: memory loss. )

Cassandra Trelawney was a seer whose reputation preceded her no matter where she travelled. Her gift was unparalleled and gave an eminence to the family name that she was certain that would never be tarnished. Four generations later and Sybill Trelawney was born to a melancholic mother and a seemingly permanently exasperated father. 

She and her twin brother were still learning to walk, holding hands, when her father left. There was no grand argument, no pleading ultimatum, he was just there one day and gone the next. It was hard to tell if Sybill was affected by it, it was hard to tell if anything affected her. 

The only connection to the sight and the Trelawney name was her two young children, yet Sara Trelawney became Sabrina Trelawney. She became a floating mystic, with a strong connection to the other side where her dearly departed husband resided. It was a tissue of lies, created for the sole benefit of keeping herself alive. She had no gift herself, being a muggle and not exactly interested or intune with the magic that had been her husband’s and was now her children’s. What she did know, was how to exploit it.

Sybill’s childhood seemed like a game at the time, but as she got older she realised it for what it was. Her mother, holding seances in a room that was closed off the rest of the time, her children using magic they barely knew how to control to affect the room around them. It was great fun to her, giggling with her brother as another old woman cried to see her dead husband. She didn’t truly understand the gravity of death; for her it was how the family spent their days and made their living. It was how she and her brother got praise from a mother who was absent at the best of times, the two of them determined to stick together through thick and thin. 

The stories of her great-great-grandmother’s gift slowly faded from her mind as she rationalised the things she was seeing under her mother’s wing. She saw how easy it was to trick people, how foolish they seemed and how lucrative a small lie could be. By the time she was eleven and ready to go to school, she knew more about being a con-artist than she did about her own magic.

When she arrived at Hogwarts, with half of the things on her supply list missing, Sybill was sorted into Slytherin house and was promptly underwhelmed by everything there was to see in the school. Self aware as she was, she knew she would never fit in with the high and mighty purebloods at the school, especially not with holes in her robes and doodles in her textbooks. So she kept to herself, more than happy with the company she found there. 

Her independence from her peers didn’t lend her any help with her school work though, pushing along at the middle of all her classes. She never outright failed, but she never did any more than exactly what she had to do to pass. She was happy with being average. 

The reliance that her mother had on her children, had built her entire enterprise on was damaged in a way that never really recovered when she found out that neither of her ‘talented’ kids were allowed to perform magic outside of school. Her relationship with her mother crumbled in an afternoon and whilst her brother attempted year after year to fix the breach, Sybill never truly respected her mother again. 

Years apart, in different houses and in different classes began to push the siblings apart, especially as he returned home for holidays and Sybill remained at the castle.

By the time of her sixth year, the ties between her and her brother were almost non existent and when their mother died that spring, Sybill almost felt free. Freedom, at least in a sense, came in an argument with her brother that was unlike Sybill had ever experienced. She had been used to living on a plateau of ambivalence, but their argument was the most heated of her life. Her lack of involvement in anything to do with their mother’s funeral or sorting out her possessions was the last straw for her brother and although they spent another year at school together, Sybill didn’t see him again.

When she graduated, her mediocre grades lent themselves to her getting employed in mediocre professions. Anything where she couldn’t be paid enough to make it seem worth her while, but jobs with enough responsibility that he got fired again and again and again. On her last few knuts, she found herself in a pub, desperate to buy just one more drink before they shut for the night. In a moment of desperation and vague learned skills from when seances hadn’t kept them going, she offered the barkeeper a palm reading in exchange for a drink. 

The simple idea sparked a flame, a reminder that as a child she had been able to keep the con up - why wouldn’t she be able to as an adult? Her first job was there, in the same pub. She got a room and food, in exchange for being a permanent fixture in the pub to give members of the public palm readings and eventually, crystal ball seeings. It all seemed so terribly simple to her. People didn’t want someone who could tell them the truth about their future, they wanted someone who could give them vague, hopeful statements of a potential future and Sybill was more than ready to do whatever it took to keep herself alive. 

The seat in the pub eventually became a shop in Knockturn Alley, one she could have all to herself. She decorated it with the sort of tat she remembered the old muggle ladies going crazy for at her mother’s house, trinkets that seemed mystical and incense burning in holders that she found on stall. For the first time, Sybill had what she truly felt was a home and her isolated nature had allowed her to make sure that no-one would remember her from school, or remember how the gift she was now professing had never before seen the light.

Sybill did her best to ignore the war - if she had learnt anything from her particular life experience, it was that if she kept herself quiet enough, low enough in her seat, the shifting winds of change would barely ever ruffle her hair. She felt quite safe in her shop in Knockturn Alley. Until a few weeks ago. 

It was something that she shouldn’t have even noticed, but there was an absence of a memory that felt wrong to her in a way she didn’t have the words to name. Her first true prophecy was made, but Sybill remained none the wiser.

In the days and weeks after the black spot in her memory, Sybill’s paranoia- previously only a gentle whisper in the back of her head - has become a loud roar that she’s found it harder and harder to ignore. 

Convinced that she is being followed, she’s taken to shutting up shop and opening at strange times of the day, going to places she’s never been before. The nervous energy she feels herself shrouded in is nothing like the ambivalence with which she normally greets everything else and beyond freaking her out, it’s started to affect her business. 

The vaguely hopeful prophecies she used to give are becoming darker by the day as she worries about her own safety. She keeps going though, knowing that the con is the only thing she’s good at and that in the darkest of times, people are replying more and more heavily on heralds of the future. Still, she cannot shake the feeling of importance of that black spot in her memory, nor the feeling that someone is watching her. She’s sure she could be fine, if only she could remember what she’s forgotten.

[pctter-lily]

╰ °✧ that’s LILY EVANS and SHE seems to look a lot like ANA DE ARMAS. according to ministry files, the MUGGLEBORN used to attend HOGWARTS and be in GRYFFINDOR. now, they’re TWENTY and is A HEALER IN TRAINING. half read books strewn across a living room table, disapproving looks given with adventurous glimmers in her eyes, a polaroid camera stashed in the pockets of her robes, an inner abyss that opens only when alone and in the dark, naming constellations while laying on your back in a grassy knoll, and worn through denim jackets are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a ORDER MEMBER | OOC; jay. cst. 25. they/them

hey y’all! i’m jay, and this is my take on lily evans! this is just some basics -- more headcanons and bits of her history are to come! read more about her under the cut.

BASICS / STATS.

full name: lily potter nee evans

nickname: evans, lils, 

gender / pronouns: cisgender female / she/her

age: 20

birthday: january 30

blood status: muggle-born

health: average-to-good

sexuality: heterosexual / biromantic  (not that she has words to describe this, really)

occupation: healer-in-training at st. mungo’s

patronus: doe

wand: 10¼", willow, unicorn hair

boggart: her family members being killed in front of her, specifically by voldemort’s followers

affiliation: order member

fc: ana de armas

BIOGRAPHY.

lily evans only recently became lily potter. she and james got married only in the past month and a half or so! 

this is important, since either on or shortly after her wedding night, lily became pregnant. she’s in massive denial about this, and since she hasn’t come to terms with it herself, she doesn’t want anyone else to know. she’s basically threatened james within an inch of his life that if he tells anyone, including his best friends, she’ll move back in with her parents. of course, she doesn’t actually mean it... but that doesn’t mean she won’t make the threat to prove her point.

speaking of family... lily has always been close to her parents, and she loves them dearly. they’ve been some of the most supportive people in her life, even after she found out that she was a witch and left for hogwarts. she wishes more than anything that she had that same closeness with her sister, petunia. but petunia’s made her point that she wants nothing to do with her, and though it breaks her heart, that’s a boundary that lily knows she needs to respect. 

when it comes to talking about everything going on in the war with her family... lily doesn’t. she talks to them about her work, and about her friendships and her marriage, but never anything remotely connected to the war. she’s spoken with them less and less, recently, terrified that she’ll somehow put them in danger. 

in school, lily was very studious, wanting to learn everything and anything she could about this new world she was a part of. she wanted to find ways to incorporate her muggle life and interests, and rarely felt ashamed about doing so. but when severus made it clear to her that some people might frown upon her muggle blood and interests, she began to become more withdrawn, really trusting muggle-born students more than anyone else, and only a few at that. it was in her fifth and sixth years that she branched out even more, realizing that she didn’t have to be as lonely and withdrawn as she had been. she realized that just because severus thought people might not like her, that didn’t make it true. that was one of the first instances where she felt herself getting truly angry and upset with her close friend.

between her approaches to her study and being head girl, lily found that her life was predictable -- just the way she liked it. but the more that she spent time with james, the more spontaneous her life became... and she started to let down her walls, bit by bit. james brings out a side of her that few other people can. it’s a big part of why she fell in love with him, really.

she doesn’t want to be the ‘mom friend.’ hell, she barely knows if she wants to be a mom. she feels like she’s still a young woman, barely having found her full, true place in the world. but regardless of what she wants, she ends up being motherly and maternal towards the people she cares about. she can’t help it.

more to come!

[oflily]

╰ °✧ that’s LILY EVANS and SHE seem/seems to look a lot like MARINA RUY BARBOSA. according to ministry files, the MUGGLEBORN used to attend HOGWARTS and be in GRYFFINDOR. now, they’re TWENTY and is HEALER. Cozy oversized sweaters, a warm drink on a cold day while huddled beneath a mass of homemade blankets, a gentle touch to those in need, a fierceness that grows when those she loves are threatened, and a gentle breeze amongst a field of wildflowers on an overcast day are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a ORDER MEMBER.

* Constantly a WIP BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Lily J Evans

Nickname(s): None at this moment

Age: Twenty

Date of Birth: January 30th (Aquarius)

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female - She/Her

Orientation: Bicurious Heath: Normal

House: Gryffindor Alumni

Patronus: Doe Boggart: The corpses of her loved ones

Wand: 10 1/4 inches. Willow. Unicorn Hair. Swishy

Occupation: Healer in training

Affiliation: The Order

Pet: coming soon

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Marina Ruy Barbosa

Hair Colour: Auburn (Red)

Eye Colour: Green

Height: 5'7″

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Ears

FAMILY

Father: Mr. Evans ( Names coming soon )

Mother: Mrs. Evans (Names coming soon )

Sibling(s): Petunia Dursley (Nee Evans)

EXTRAS Coming Soon CONNECTIONS Best Friend(s): Marlene McKinnon Love Interest: James Potter

WANTED CONNECTIONS

[ofpsychedelics]

leave all your love and your longing behind you

╰ °✧ that’s XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD and THEY seem/seems to look a lot like JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in RAVENCLAW. now, they’re TWENTY-THREE and is JOURNALIST. blonde locks cascading around pillows of smoke, contagious laughs bellowing around the room, sunflowers decorating their hair in a sort of haphazardly way, passionate conversations laced with love, a friend when you need one are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a NEUTRAL (with order leanings).

can't carry it with you if you want to survive

it’s me, bean let me have another character. also it took me too long to write this.

pinterest. character playlist.

DRUG USE TW.

statistics 

full name: xenophilius lovegood

nickname: xeno, xen, lovegood

gender / pronouns: non-binary / any

age: 23

birthday: november 13th

blood status: pure-blood

health: exceptional

sexuality: demisexual  pan(dora)sexual

occupation: editor for the quibbler

patronus: white rabbit

wand: 11¼", hazel, dragon heartstring

boggart: ????

affiliation: neutral

fc: jamie campbell bower

bio bullet points

okay so, we been knew this flowerchild was on their way to pitch a fit on the dash.

xeno is non-binary and they were raised feeling as if they never truly belonged.

their parents supported them, because it wasn’t ever really a coming out type of thing. xeno’s parents loved them no matter what and the need to openly tell their parents about their gender orientation was never a thing they thought about. they already knew.

over the years, xeno never minded what pronouns were used for him. he preferred they/them-- but rejoiced in being called she/her on the days he felt more feminine. 

he has always kind of been aloof. though, in the sort of way where he often times found more comfort in being in his head rather than in the reality of everything.

drugs, mainly hallucinogens were heavily dabbled in during his days at hogwarts. it helped him notice the world in such a different light. his bright eyes fell in love with the beauty of the earth so much so that he often spent his free time out by the great lake.

with paint covering their pants and a old paint brush tucked behind his ear, xeno was known for being late. there was so much going on. so little time to do anything. they often get caught up in the small things, paying most attention to the little details.

after hogwarts, he spent time in scotland, they chased down mythical creatures and crypids. making friends with nessie and being captivated in the idea of something much more magical than the gift he was born with.

usually found with a pen in his hand, xeno finds himself writing down all of his research and publishing it in a homemade magazine he coined the quibbler.

random tidbits

xeno is known for having slept around quite a bit, but it’s more or less one of those situations where he just loves to love someone.

the only person they’ve ever had romantic attraction to is pandora.

xeno is usually high.

he thinks muggles are missing out bc magic is so fucking cool

not really violent at all, but is quite good at dueling

[ofastronomies]

╰ °✧ that’s BRIAN RODGERS and HE seems to look a lot like GWILYM LEE. according to ministry files, the MUGGLEBORN used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re TWENTY-THREE and is ASTRONOMY PROFESSOR AT HOGWARTS. Rocking chairs on the front porch; filled notebooks; constant daydreaming; extending your hand in friendship and solidarity to others; a crackling fire; that bit of light from the stars that comes through the curtains at night; books piled from floor to ceiling are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re NEUTRAL (with order leanings).

(( hello ! i’m lexie and i’m 23 in the est time zone but i am up at wild hours honestly. im also down to clown for literally everything.)

❈  NAME: Brian Rogers

❈  AGE: 23

❈  PRONOUNS: he/him

❈  BIRTHDAY: August 10th

❈  SEXUALITY: bisexual, biromantic

❈  HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

❈  OCCUPATION: new hogwarts astronomy professor

❈  PATRONUS: tree frog :’)

❈  WAND: 9 inches, walnut, troll whisker core.

-- please note i plan on building a more official biography soon, and will update with a link! for now, have bullet points.  --

❈ Brian grew up on a small farm, devoid from any civilization. He was an only child, and could normally be found in the garden trying to map out the stars, at the library, or at church on Sundays with his parents (which became a rarity as he grew older).

❈ Being invited to Hogwarts was a massive surprise, as no one in the family knew anything about it. It wasn’t until they got to the platform that it finally sank in with his parents that maybe all of this was real. 

❈  At Hogwarts, he did pretty well. What he really excelled at, however, was astronomy. He knew as soon as he was allowed to take the class that it was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life-- in any capacity. So, a few years after he graduated, and he was offered a position as professor, he took it in a heartbeat. He just hopes he can do the subject justice.

❈ Typically, he can be found holed up somewhere reading or writing in his little notebooks. If he’s not doing that, he’s wandering aimlessly just thinking. About what? Who knows. Brian probably doesn’t know. 

❈ War side, he hasn’t officially taken any side. He knows what side is right, especially since the other side seems to think he doesn’t or shouldn’t exist-- but maybe it’s just best to stay out of things. Maybe if he’s just quiet and keeps to himself, it’ll be alright.

❈ also, little note from me: i literally based brian originally off the song 39 by queen so if you wanna talk about that with me i will literally talk about it all day long 

[ofelcna]

╰ °✧ that’s ELENA FLAMEL and SHE seems to look a lot like ANYA TAYLOR- JOY. according to ministry files, the HALF BLOOD used to attend BEAUXBATONS. now, she is TWENTY-TWO and is UNSPEAKABLE. Feeling out of place, building a façade, not letting others walk all over you, sapphire under the moonlight, clear skies after a snow storm. are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that she’s NEUTRAL. | OOC; maxine. est/cst. 23. She.her.

helllooooo it is i maxine back at it with my bullshit. by clicking here you can be redirected to elena’s about! give this a like and i will invade you for plots.

@mmprophet

[pandoraforever]

╰ °✧ that’s PANDORA WESTENBERG and SHE seems to look a lot like KIM LIP. according to ministry files, the HALFBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in RAVENCLAW. now, they’re TWENTY-ONE and is CHARMS RESEARCHER & SPELL INVENTOR. hot cocoa on a cold winter night, old books with cracked spines and research notes filled with doodles, scraped knees, flushed cheeks, and messy hair, wildflowers woven into crowns, playing a favorite song on repeat all day and dancing like no one is watching, red lips and bleached hair, coloring outside the lines, jumping in piles of leaves and splashing in puddles, obscure facts shared at odd times, asking for forgiveness, not permission, pastel ribbons tied around the strap of a book bag, a crystal for every occasion and candles burning down to nothing, the light at the end of the tunnel are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a NEUTRAL.

STATS:

→ Name: Pandora Elise Westenberg

→ Nicknames: Dora (most friends), Andy (parents and childhood friends), El (maternal grandparents), West (some friends/acquaintances from Hogwarts)

→ Face Claim: Kim Lip

→ Age: 21

→ Birthday: May 23

→ Birthplace: Fairford, Gloucestershire, England

→ Current Location: Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England

→ Zodiac: Gemini

→ Gender (Pronouns): Female (She/Her)

→ Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

→ Blood Status: Halfblood

→ Height: 5'4"

→ Spoken Languages: English, Korean, German, French, Latin

→ Patronus: Bay Mare

→ Wand: 10 ½" Walnut, Unicorn Hair, Slightly Springy

→ Amortentia: sunflowers, rain, honey, meadow grass, green tea

→ Boggart: Dementor

→ School: Hogwarts

→ House: Ravenclaw

→ Hogwarts Electives: Divination (3rd and 4th year), Care of Magical Creatures (3rd and 4th year), Arithmancy (5th year), Ancient Runes (5th, 6th, and 7th year), Magical Theory (6th and 7th year)

→ Favorite Subject: Charms / Magical Theory

→ Least Favorite Subject: Arithmancy

→ NEWTs: Charms (O), Transfiguration (O), Potions (A), Herbology (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (E), Ancient Runes (E), Magical Theory (O)

→ Hogwarts Extracurriculars: Charms Club, Herbology Club, Potions Club, Frog Choir

→ Career: Charms Researcher / Spell Inventor

→ Alliance: Neutral

→ Label: The Idealist

→ Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

→ Four Temperaments: Choleric-Sanguine

→ MBTI: ENTP

→ Element (air, fire, earth, water): Air

→ Favorite Quidditch Team: Tutshill Tornados

→ Positive Traits: Inquisitive, Sociable, Sanguine

→ Negative Traits: Single-Minded, Mercurial, Impulsive

→ Aesthetic: Pandora is hot cocoa on a cold winter night. Old books with cracked spines and research notes filled with doodles. Scraped knees, flushed cheeks, and messy hair. Wildflowers woven into crowns. She is playing a favorite song on repeat all day and dancing like no one is watching. Red lips and bleached hair. Coloring outside the lines. Jumping in piles of leaves and splashing in puddles. Obscure facts shared at odd times. Asking for forgiveness, not permission. Pastel ribbons tied around the strap of a book bag. A crystal for every occasion and candles burning down to nothing. The light at the end of the tunnel.

BRIEF BIOGRAPHY:

→ Pandora is the miracle child of Aurora and Jasper Westenberg. They tried for years with no success to have children and almost lost Pandora when she was born premature. As a very young child she was fussed over. Her parents went to great lengths to keep her safe. Pandora went to great lengths to escape their protective custody. Eventually, they came around to accepting that the purpose of having a child was to let them live. She proceeded to go on adventures and return with scrapes and bruises and more curiosities. However, there was only so much she could learn outside and her interest ultimately became knowledge. She devoured books and wanted to pick apart every new piece of information she obtained. Her love of knowledge extends past learning. She not only wants to learn for herself. She wants to share what she learns with everyone around her. It can be a little annoying to have her constantly rattling off facts, but it’s her way of connecting to the world around her. The sorting hat barely touched her head before it was yelling Ravenclaw. There was no other house that would suit her and it proved a good place to teach her how to balance responsibilities and channel her curiosities. She endeared herself to others in the field of charms through correspondence and was awarded with internships after she graduated. She has selected a paid internship in research and is balancing it with her own work in spell invention.

RANDOM HEADCANONS:

Her single-minded focus allows her to pick up details, but she often misses the big picture. She can recall the most obscure pieces of knowledge trivia, but basic common sense occasionally alludes her.

She is a pacifist to her core. Pandora avoids fights at all costs and has put her all into learning defensive magic to avoid having to use offensive magic.

Pandora experiments with magic. She can often be found researching and implementing changes to spells in attempts to create new magic. It’s best to avoid unless one wants to participate in the testing.

Fruits and vegetables are her go to snacks. She isn’t vegan, but meat and animal products are a relatively small part of her diet. Though dip strawberries in chocolate and you’ll have her starry-eyed.

Pandora has a barn owl named Sir Edmond Buttersworth because she says he looks like a Sir Edmond Buttersworth. He does in fact respond to this name. She has nicknamed him Seb, but he only reacts when Pandora uses the nickname.

[urmckidding]

╰ °✧ that’s MARLENE MCKINNON and SHE seems to look a lot like NANA KOMATSU. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in GRYFFINDOR. now, they’re TWENTY and is A RADIO BROADCASTER. red wine stains on white linen ; bloody lips pulled into a defiant grin ; plunging into cold water ; the twist of your gut before you make a stupid decision ( still laughing despite the fear ) ; loud and unapologetic laughter echoing out ; a soldier — scared but marching on nonetheless ; a bonfire roaring to life, wood hissing and sparks flying are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a ORDER MEMBER.

hullo  ,  it’s  ME  ,  bri  (  she/her  ,  23  ,  est  tz  )!!  this  is  my  trash  daughter  ,  marlene  ,  but  don’t  tell  her  i  said  that  because  she  will  bully  me.  any  who  ,  you  can  find  more  about  miss  mckinnon  under  the  cut  including  wanted  connections  (  at  the  way  bottom  so  feel  free  to  skip  the  about  bit  if  it’s  too  long  )!  and  feel  free  to  check  out  her  ABOUT  PAGE  &  PINTEREST.   

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒

FULL NAME:  marlene  isadora  mckinnon

AKA:  marlie  ,  len  ,  mckinnon

AGE:  twenty  years  old

BIRTHDAY:  

GENDER  & PRONOUNS:  cis  woman

PRONOUNS:  she/her

SEXUALITY:  biromantic  bisexual 

BLOOD STATUS:  pureblood 

FORMER HOUSE:  gryffindor

OCCUPATION:  radio  host  ,  order  of  the  phoenix  member

marlene’s  radio  show  is  anonymous  and  she  mainly  uses  it  to  shit  talk  the  deatheater  movement  and  share  stories  about  the  order  of  the  phoenix  and  their  allies.  it’s  fairly  similar  to  the  potterwatch  radio  show  that  lee  jordan  runs  during  the  seventh  book.  of  course  ,  since  this  is  marlene  she’ll  also  put  on  some  music  during  the  breaks.       

FACECLAIM:  nana  komatsu 

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑

POSITIVE TRAITS:  humorous  ,  protective  ,  spirited  ,  passionate  ,  loyal  ,  courageous  ,  persistent  ,  independent  ,  playful  

NEGATIVE TRAITS:  bullheaded  ,  impulsive  ,  impatient  ,  self  destructive  ,  arrogant  ,  attention  seeking  ,  argumentative    

DEMEANOR:  marlene  can  come  off  one  of  two  ways  :  friendly  and  playful  or  cruel  and  spiteful.  she  is  a  person  set  in  her  ways  ,  that  means  she  probably  has  already  decided  how  she  feels  about  a  person  either  before  or  in  the  first  couple  minutes  of  meeting  them.  to  her  friends  and  family  ,  marlene  is  a  spitfire  with  a  penchant  for  adventure  and  trouble.  she  likes  to  make  her  loved  ones  laugh  and  have  fun  and  is  incredibly  protective  of  them.  however  to  those  she’s  not  so  crazy  about  ,  she’s  a  spitfire  in  a  less  fun  way.  she’s  hard  to  win  over  if  a  person  has  already  felt  her  judgement  but  it’s  possible  ...  maybe  ...  who  knows.      

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  (  trigger  warning  :  the  death  of  a family  member -  i  will  tag  the  paragraph  it’s  in.  )

the  mckinnon  brood  resides  in  SCOTLAND  ,  her  father’s  family  having  settled  there  for  quite  some  time  while  her  mother’s  side  has  never  left  japan  —  save  for  her  mother  of  course.  they  are  a  large  crew  even  when  only  counting  marlene’s  immediate  family.  she  has  four  siblings  ,  all  older.  it  had  been  a  contentious  subject  whether  to  send  the  kids  to  hogwarts  or  mahoutokoro  in  japan.  her  father  won  the  fight  eventually  and  the  mckinnons  went  on  to  scatter  themselves  throughout  gryffindor  and  ravenclaw.        

as  a  note  ,  the  mckinnons  have  not  mingled  with  many  of  the  other  zealous  pureblood  families  for  a  long  while  now  having  marked  themselves  as  blood  traitors  generations  ago.  they’re  a  rough  and  tumble  kind  of  group  who  don’t  care  for  haughty  parties  or  the  politics  of  it  all. 

marlene  has  always  been  a  whirlwind  of  spirit  and  trouble.  she  was  infamous  for  the  pranks  she  played  on  the  family’s  tutors  and  her  disappearing  acts  ,  though  her  parents  could  hardly  blame  her  with  the  kind  of  examples  they  set  ;  both  aurors  who  threw  themselves  into  trouble  even  when  the  odds  were  against  them.  marlene  grew  up  hearing  stories  about  their  misadventures  ,  all  tied  up  in  a  nice  little  bow  as  if  her  parents  weren’t  risking  their  lives  as  the  war  worsened.  but  it  was  not  them  that  marlene  wanted  to  be  like.  no  ,  she  completely  adored  and  idolized  her  grandmother.   

KIRA  MCKINNON  was  a  staple  in  the  mckinnon  household  ,  floating  in  and  out  as  if  it  was  her  own  home.  she  doted  on  marlene  as  her  youngest  granddaughter.  she  would  often  steal  her  grandchildren  away  to  different  adventures  in  town  or  the  lands  surrounding  the  mckinnon  manor.  marlene  always  looked  forward  to  her  grandmother’s  visits.  

even  when  marlene  was  whisked  off  to  hogwarts  ,  she  and  her  grandmother  exchanged  letters  —  probably  the  one  thing  that  marlene  would  let  her  friends  tease  her  about  solely  because  she  didn’t  care.  

marlene  was  sorted  into  gryffindor  ,  like  her  father  and  older  brother.  she  made  herself  comfortable  quickly  and  garnered  a  reputation  as  a  fairly  opinionated  and  sharp  witch.  she  liked  the  flashy  spells  and  never  cared  for  the  classes  where  she  was  required  to  sit  still  —  “  what  a  bore.  ”  she  would  often  say  during  history  of  magic  and  potions  classes.  

she  had  grown  up  playing  quidditch  with  her  family  and  tried  out  as  soon  as  she  was  able  to  ,  earning  a  proper  spot  on  the  house  team  in  her  third  year  (  either  beater  or  chaser  ,  whichever  position  works  with  the  other  gryffindor  headcanons!  ).  

most  notoriously  ,  marlene  had  trouble  picking  her  fights  wisely.  she  has  always  been  the  type  of  person  to  act  first  and  think  later  ,  which  during  her  time   at  hogwarts  got  her  into  an  awful  amount  of  trouble  —  fights  on  the  pitch  ,  in  the  corridors  ,  sometimes  even  in  classes.  it  was  difficult  for  her  to  stand  down  when  she  had  a  problem  with  someone  ...  

this  passion  became  more  and  more  focused  around  equality  efforts  for  muggles  and  muggleborns.  that  conversation  was  had  frequently  at  the  mckinnon  house  and  it  was  clear  who  her  family  stood  with  :  the  order.  however  ,  marlene’s  passion  for  it  was  based  in  the  seeds  her  family  planted.  i  think  that  if  the  mckinnons  sided  with  the  death  eaters  ,  marlene  would  have  fought  just  as  passionately  for  that  ...  at  least  until  around  the  time  the  rp  takes  place  because  this  is  when  she  begins  to  form  her  own  opinions. 

FAMILY  MEMBER  DEATH  TRIGGER  WARNING  BEGINS  ...  though  marlene  was  obvious  in  where  she  stood  in  the  war  ,  it  never  became  real  to  her  until  her  seventh  year.  she  had  nursed  a  quiet  fear  for  what  waited  for  her  outside  of  hogwarts’s  walls  until  she  received  news  of  her  grandmother’s  death.  kira  mckinnon  had  garnered  her  own  reputation  throughout  her  career.  she  was  no  one  to  scoff  at  as  a  looming  figure  in  the  efforts  to  catch  war  criminals.  however  when  she  retired  those  she  had  helped  imprison  didn’t  forget  what  she  had  done.  she  had  been  on  the  death  eaters’  hit  list  for  quite  some  time  and  they  finally  crossed  her  off  —  marking  the  beginning  of  the  mckinnon  family’s  demise.  marlene  refused  to  leave  school  and  took  her  grief  out  on  students  who  she  suspected  stood  with  voldemort.  it  nearly  got  her  expelled.  but  her  grandmother’s  death  left  her  with  a  nearly  paralyzing  need  to  fight.  TRIGGER  WARNING  ENDS.    

upon  graduation  ,  marlene  —  seventeen  and  burning  with  purpose  —  signed  up  to  join  the  order.  her  family  welcomed  her  ,  though  her  parents  had  reservations  about  their  youngest  and  most  reckless  joining  up.  they  tried  to  keep  her  off  missions  as  long  as  possible  and  so  marlene  went  elsewhere  to  try  to  help. 

she  began  her  radio  show  ,  title  TBD  ,  when  she  was  nineteen.  it  requires  a  special  tune  in  in  order  to  hear  and  is  riddled  with  passcodes  and  code  names  but  she  mainly  reports  on  news  and  stories  ,  including  her  own  passionate  rhetoric.  she  operates  it  out  of  a  wizarding  network  who  she  hosts  a  show  for  during  some  weekdays  but  at  night  she  uses  the  instruments  to  hold  her  own  show.  of  course  there  is  music  during  breaks  because  marlene  needs  to  jam.  

since  she’s  joined  the  order  she’s  actually  been  included  on  missions  and  meetings.  all  she  can  see  is  the  fight  right  now  ,  but  in  that  reckless  and  young  perspective  where  she  can  only  see  it  ending  well  for  her  and  her  friends.  because  of  that  she  tends  to  act  fearless  and  downright  stupid  ,  glossing  over  her  fears  and  worries  with  humor  and  general  avoidance.  

TLDR;  marlene  is  a  chaotic  dumbass  who  runs  a  secret  radio  show  under  the  guise  of  an  actual  radio  host  for  a  wizarding  network.  she’s  a  dedicated  order  member  who  will  absolutely  throw  herself  in  harm’s  way  because  ...  she’s  a  chaotic  dumbass.     

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

RIDE  OR  DIE’S  —  these  are  the  people  marlene  would  go  to  battle  for.  she  is  a  fiercely  protective  friend  and  would  rather  herself  get  hurt  than  those  she  cares  for.  these  are  also  the  people  she  would  actually  confide  in  too.  she  very  rarely  shares  what’s  going  on  in  her  brain  except  for  when  it  involves  these  people.  on  the  flip  side  ,  if  no  one’s  in  peril  ,  marlene  is  that  friend  who  always  pushes  her  limits  a  little  too  much.  she  wants  everyone  to  enjoy  themselves  but  it  won’t  stop  her  if  they  decide  not  to  partake.  she’s  a  bad  influence  point  blank.      

HOOK UPS  &  FLINGS  —  marlene  is  straight  up  afraid  of  serious  relationships.  she  sees  her  parents  and  their  parents  and  relationships  like  theirs  seem  so  out  of  reach.  i  wouldn’t  say  she’s  a  serial  one  night  stander  but  she  has  definitely  left  some  broken  off  flings  in  her  wake  because  of  this.  any  gender  ,  anyone.

LOVE  INTEREST  —  me:  *says  marlene  is  afraid  of  serious  relationships*  also  me:  *puts  love  interest  under  wanted  connections*  exCUSE  ME  if  i’m  a  sucker  for  a  guarded  person  falling  in  love  oK.  anyway  this  could  really  be  any  dynamic  but  personally  i  am  a  sucker  for  a  past  hook  up  catching  feels  but  marlene  doesn’t  return  the  sentiment  unTIL  LATER  or  enemies  to  friends  to  lovers  or  literally  anything  ,  it  does  not  take  much  to  please  me.  again  ,  open  to  anyone.  

RIVALS  &  ENEMIES  —  marlene  is  an  absolute  rage  machine  and  has  probably  started  fights  with  a  lot  of  people.  with  that  said  ,  her  favorite  people  to  hate  are  death  eaters  or  their  sympathizers.  other  than  that  ,  rivals  or  enemies  could  be  a  former  school/quidditch  competitor  to  someone  who  looked  at  her  funny  once.  

MENTOR  —  hello  i  am  a  sucker  for  the  mentor  -  student  dynamic  and  if  anyone  wants  to  knock  some  sense  into  marlene  ,  please  do  not  hesitate  to  do  it.  she’s  young  and  stupid  and  naive  about  the  war  efforts  ,  she  doesn’t  have  an  accurate  view  of  the  world  ,  a  place  she  thinks  is  neatly  divided  into  black  and  white.  your  character  can  tell  her  she’s  not  all  good  and  she  can  be  a  pain  in  your  character’s  ass!!  a  win  -  win  honestly. 

LITERALLY  ANYTHING  —  i  ,,  Love  to  plot  and  am  so  down  to  brainstorm  new  fun  things  with  y’all!!  

[ofkingsleyss]

╰ °✧ that’s KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT and HE seems to look a lot like TREVOR JACKSON. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in RAVENCLAW. now, they’re TWENTY-FIVE and is AUROR. Long endless work nights spent alone, hidden sorrows that he holds so highly on his shoulders, a phoenix rising from the ashes, the strikingly blue single flame of a firepit full of raging colours, and pictures of people that he no longer speaks of scattered around his flat. are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a ORDER MEMBER. | OOC; maxine. est. 23. she.her.

hi hi hi im maxine and i’m still extremely horrible at introductions finger guns. but underneath the cut you can find more information about kingsley and if you give this a like i’ll come and invade you for plots.

tw: neglect.

patronus: the weasel 

house: ravenclaw

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: he.him

parents: kara shacklebolt neé warrington and isaiah shacklebolt 

dominant hand: left but ambidextrous 

wand: olive, doxy wing, 8 inch, inflexibile (powerful but not too powerful) 

pets: an owl names mercutio 

current residency: london, england

siblings: none

boggart: small spaces

kingsley shacklebolt was a mistaken child ever since he was young. his mother was a world renown witch from america-- she held the stance of wizarding security of some sort in america and his dad was a con artist from london. the two fell in love and it was a mistake when mrs. shacklebolt realized that she was too successful to have a child right now; so she gave kingsley up and put him up for adoption. he was pushed around from muggle orphanage to the next muggle orphanage. it wasn’t until kingsley was twelve he had finally gotten adopted by a pair of japanese muggles with the surname of saito, but at that point kingsley knew he was a pureblood wizard from a powerful family bloodline. he didn’t mind his new parents, sure but they were fickle most of the time and taught him the ways of various muggle inventions such as a record player and a tape recorder. 

there was something always itching in kingsley though. he wanted to know his real parents even though he got adopted by a lovely muggle couple. he finally had a roof over his head and it was something stable. kingsley felt like he was in a stable family for once in his life. kingsley’s thought of his parents had somewhat drifted from his mind and he ended up focusing on his schooling at hogwarts where his parents thought that he was just going to a boarding school of some sort. there kingsley excelled in many things such as dueling, flying, potions and nonverbal magic-- which he found important later on in life. it wans’t until kingsley’s fifth year at hogwarts he met a strange man that he later found out was his father. his father whom had told him that his own birth mother didn’t even want him and that’s why he was put in an orphanage for years. kingsley didn’t want to believe him; so they made a bet like the con artist his father was. if he ever meets his mother, he has to ask the question if she had ever wanted him in the first place. if he lost the bet, he’d have to give his father money for years. 

years passed though, kingsley graduated hogwarts and he finally had the guts to travel to america after his father told him that his mother was from america. he had met his mother and her name was still shacklebolt even though she is theoretically divorced from isaiah. he had learned that she only married his father for the money he stole from her. it was hard to actually get divorced from isaiah and he was using her name for citizenship in the u.k. for that he was a wizard from egypt when she had met him. and the worst question that kingsley had been avoiding asking? does she love him? did she really want to get rid of kingsley? she didn’t love him and he was a mistake child even though he excelled in school. she said it to his face and for a moment it stung kingsley even though he wasn’t even sure why he wanted someone to love him that he didn’t even know that well. either way; kingsley made his journey back to london to visit his adopted parents-- real parents he should say and he looked rather defeated.

for a while his adopted parents were worried about kingsley. he appeared to devour himself in work and so he did even while still paying his father the money that he so ‘rightfully’ won every season of the year. the only correspondences  that he has with his  birth father really. kingsley could easily write his father off, he knows that he should but there’s something about him that’s tugging at his heartstrings where he wants some sort of connection with his birth parents even if it’s not a good one. 

[amycuscarrcw]

╰ °✧ that’s AMYCUS CARROW and HE seems to look a lot like JASON RALPH. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re 25 and is an UNSPEAKABLE. A childlike rage and a childlike loneliness, the hushed quiet of hospital wards, a fine line between madness and genius, the sickly sweet smell of rot , a slowly unravelling thread, the endless ticking of a clock, are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a DEATH EATER. @mmprophet

introduction.

basics.

NAME: Amycus Cyrus Carrow AGE: 25 BIRTHDAY: January 13th. (Capricorn.) PRONOUNS: he/his BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood. CAREER: Unspeakable. Employed by the Department of Mysteries, on the surface Amycus largely concerns himself with the studies of Thought, Space and Time. Considering the black mark on his schooling records and unsociable demeanour, it’s almost a miracle that the Ministry had ever hired him - in this matter it’s highly likely that strings were pulled to ease his way in and nobody really knows what they do down there in the Department of Mysteries. Most of the ministry employees are just grateful they don’t have to encounter him very often. EDUCATION: Hogwarts WAND:  Pine, 11 3/4″, Dragon Heartstring. PATRONUS: Amycus cannot, and is unlikely to ever, form a corporeal patronus. If he could it would be a Raven. Frequently associated with loss and ill omens, Ravens surface throughout many mythologies spreading prophecy and insight, carrying the messages of gods. There’s a mysterious quality to the raven, they can be charismatic when they require something of you and excellent at hiding themselves when they don’t want to be seen. Greedy and vain. Curious and yearning for freedom. They are observers who only step into the light when it is to their advantage. BOGGART:  It’s the smell that comes first — damp earth, rotting leaves, the slimy new growth of those old woods, milky earthworms writing through freshly turned soil. It’s thick and cloying, suffocating in the dark. Then the weight of it, soft at first, spilling across his skin. Each shovel full growing heavier and heavier as he sinks in, deeper and deeper into the earth, in amidst the roots of the trees that gleam white like bone. It’s hard to see in the dark but he knows who it is who holds the shovel, who takes his time to slowly fill the grave that Amycus’s own clawing fingers can’t seem to catch a grip on, to climb out of. His father still cuts the imposing figure he had when Amycus was just a child. This is what happens to blood traitors. Even after all this time, their father’s shadow looms large over him. more ABOUT.

summary. 

+ The Carrows were sickly children, forever in and out of St. Mungo’s with some mysterious illness or the other for most of their childhood. Whilst their father had seemed largely indifferent to their suffering, their mother had been utterly enamoured with it (too enamoured, some might think.) Attention had always been scarce for Peony after her marriage, one almost couldn’t blame her for enjoying the sympathy that her poorly children brought to her. (Though they couldn’t certainly blame her for the poison she slipped into their cups.) + The twins were mismatching bookends; Alecto overflowing with every kind of feeling and Amycus devoid of any of it, but they were all the company each other had growing up. They relied on each other, in their own way, an understanding born through a tumultuous childhood. + They were expelled from Hogwarts in a scandalous fashion in their Sixth year after a long string of unproven accidents culminated in the pair being caught red-handed (literally) in one of their games. Their wands were broken, they were expelled, and it cost a great deal of social capital on the family name to get the decision overturned and to allow them to be packed off to Durmstrang for the rest of their education.  + Amycus had loathed Durmstrang. Sometimes he thinks he can still feel the cold of that place in his bones. Never mistaken as an overly sociable person, his isolation there had only served to further entrench him in his sour dislike of social situations. 

+ He now works in the Department of Mysteries and when spotted out and about he frequently seems distracted and out of sorts.  + There are very few people in the world that Amycus will willingly spend time with, which is why it had been so odd when he’d gone and picked up a friend, seemingly out of nowhere. One day he had been her brother, the person he’d always been, and the next he had been her brother - someone who befriended women named Lucy in the breakroom. Alecto had been deeply suspicious of the woman who wanted to be her brother’s ‘friend’ from the get-go, intent on discovering the agenda behind it, a suspicion that had only grown further the more that Amycus grew attached. When his friend had abruptly disappeared, in the manner that a great many people were disappearing these days, only to be found dead some weeks later and half her family with her, it had seemed a little too coincidental for Amycus to believe that Alecto had nothing to do with it. He hasn’t confirmed his suspicions, but there’s definitely an edge to his interactions with his sister lately. 

personality traits.

+ Intelligent  - Amycus has always lived in a world of his own. What he lacks in emotional awareness and a distinct inability to decipher what other people want or expect from him, he has always equalled in cleverness. He absorbs information like a sponge and retains it with an almost eerie degree of accuracy. Books were his solace growing up and he seems to always have one on hand. + Innovative - An adaptive thinker with a particular talent for problem solving, Amycus’s booksmarts transfer into practical application. He is good at coming up with new ways of applying what he has learnt and adapting his knowledge to fit the situation. + Focused - There is a laser precision to Amycus’s focus when he becomes interested in something. Dissuading him from a task once he has set his mind to it is nigh on impossible, to the point where most people who have come to know him understand that it is better to just let him get on with it. + Meticulous - A perfectionist at heart, Amycus is fastidious when it comes to attention to detail. He is clinical in his approach to life, sharp and incisive and never willing to let the smallest of details go. + Composed - For such an agitated mind, filled with nervous tics and idiosyncrasies, Amycus has a rarely disturbed composure. While the world rages around him he remains calm and measured. It had once been his greatest asset, the ability to remain steady in his path when the rest of the world unhinged itself, but these days his composure seems to fail him more and more often and in a world that requires restraint, he wonders where his own continues to disappear to. - Shy -  Amycus always struggled with socialisation. He tries, of course, with the same uneasy yearning he’s never been able to shake that demands people acknowledge his gifts, but he has always been odd, unsettling to the people around him. He might blame it on his mother, for his isolated childhood, or his sister who he had learned quickly would not be an easy companion, or his father’s cowering temper, or perhaps on his peers at Hogwarts and later Durmstrang who had been unnerved by him and his strange mannerisms, but the truth of it all is that there is no one to blame except for himself. Amycus does not socialise well and has learned, by and large, to keep to himself to avoid the censure that often follows his attempts to reach out to others. - Impressionable - People have always been fond of considering him weak-willed, but Amycus has simply always been easily influenced. He’d wondered once if it was the apathy that fills him that makes it so, that he simply didn’t feel enough to be decisive, but Lucy had disproven that theory. She had filled his head with thoughts that were so entirely incompatible with the Death Eater agenda that he sometimes still hears echoes of them, ghosts of a person he might have been if she’d survived to make it so. Luckily he’s always had his sister to give him a solid shove back into line when his thoughts veer into dangerous territory. - Apathetic - He has always wondered if perhaps there is simply something wrong with him, in the pathways of his brain or in it’s chemistry. Over the years he has observed the highest highs and lowest lows of emotion, he has seen it in his fellow Death Eaters and his peers at school, in his own family, and yet he feels so rarely that sometimes he wonders if he might be imagining it. At least, that was the case before Lucy - he still can’t comprehend the ruin she’d wrought on his emotional landscape but he does know it’s infinitely more unstable than it had once been. He refuses to acknowledge the feelings she’d made him aware of, or the way in which the heartbreak she’d introduced into his life by rejection and then her death had tipped him over the edge, but he clings to the old comfort of apathy like pretending might just return him back to what he’d been before she’d come into his life. - Ruthless - Capable of monstrous things if they are put into his path or demanded of him, Amycus is largely a passive creature. He has never had a problem with what society considers distasteful or abhorrent and has little in the way of self-restraint to keep him from simply slicing through the obstacles that present themselves in his path. He struggles with the idleness of life after the war was won, of the return of rigid social norms and the pressures of living up to pureblood societal rules. - Explosive - The rarely sighted and often questioned presence of Amycus Carrow’s temper is something that people don’t give much consideration. He has always been considered a cold person, apathetic and even, not given to strong emotions, if any at all. But every so often if the motivation is presented Amycus’s detachment gives way to something else entirely: blinding and overwhelming and violent, his temper has been known to explode with ugly consequences. It happened once at school and the repercussions were something that have stained their family name and reputation to this day. It is fortunate, perhaps, that the Carrows have never cared much for an untainted image.

bio.

(trigger warning: inexplicit mentions of abuse, violence, death.)

Amycus Carrow had been born with the taste of decay in his mouth.

His family tree rotted long before his birth, a once grand family besieged by the gossip of their peers and the ever-mounting debt that crept in like the shadow of the old woods that had overrun their family estate. It swas no surprise that he had turned out so twisted and wrong, given his circumstances. Amycus was a symptom of a much greater disease.

Weaned on poison instead of mother’s milk, shepherded in and out of hospital wings since his infancy, it was easy to believe such a bony little creature would not last the harsh winters of the moors, but survive he did. Amycus was clever, or so they’d soon learn, behind his solemn, eerie stares and an unceasing discomfort within his own skin lay a mind riddled with black holes and infinite constellations. His father’s library was his most trusted companion inside the walls of their quiet home, tucked into corners where his sister’s rages couldn’t rattle him with only books and the contents of his own journals to entertain him.

From those books he discovered the threat the Muggle and their more insidious cousin, the Mudblood, presented to wizarding kind; he learned of the sanctity of the blood that flowed through his veins and how to recognise the taste of Belladonna and Angel’s Trumpet and Baneberry on his tongue disguised by his morning pumpkin juice. (‘You must drink every last drop, my darlings.’) The Carrow home was full of secrets, but the woods at their door buried the darkest.

People didn’t like him very much - he’d been an offputting child and at Hogwarts that proved doubly so. Away from his mother’s care he grew stronger and taller but no less odd, no less curious. They didn’t like the way his speech stumbled and faltered and how frustrated his inability to communicate with others made him, they didn’t like the steady, unblinking malevolence in his stare. It bothered him: his teacher’s wariness and his peers mockery, their inability to see the multitude of worlds trapped in his head.

But he was clever and his experiments (suggestions whispered into his ear from his wrathful sister) never left tangible evidence behind. The girl who fell down the stairs of the Astronomy tower, or the boy whose skin had bubbled and burned for days after he’d dropped the wrong potions ingredient into his cauldron. He never meant to get caught; after hours in the midst of a snowstorm the feeling had blindsided him and her blood had been so vivid against the snow — as it turned out, she would be one more stain upon their family name.

There was no evidence it hadn’t been an accident, his parents had insisted, but Dumbledore had not agreed. The board of governors had been called, but not even an old name like Carrow could budge that decision.

The day that Amycus and Alecto were expelled from Hogwarts, the broken halves of his wand clutched in his hand and his father’s fingers digging into the bones of his shoulder, was the day that Amycus understood just how deep the threat of muggleborns and their sympathisers ran. An appeal had given him a new wand and a new school, but even cold and remote Durmstrang could not smother the burning grudge that had arisen within him.

What Dumbledore stole from him, the Dark Lord would return three-fold in the years to come. Amycus would allow himself to be branded just like his father, a mark of his allegiance, in exchange for opportunity, for the influence to get him inside the door of the Department of Mysteries, and in those mysteries he has found purpose. Oversight is unheard of behind that door: there is nobody to dissuade his interests or curb his tastes and so long as he is careful - well, it’s almost as if you could get away with murder down there.

[alectocarrcw]

╰ °✧ that’s ALECTO CARROW and SHE seems to look a lot like MIA WASIKOWSKA. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re 25 and a “HEALER” AT ST. MUNGO’S. watchful eyes in your peripheral, goosebumps prickling the back of your neck, an obsession you cannot ignore, sickly weak and deathly pale, sadism that could scare the devil are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a DEATH EATER.

BASICS

Character Name: Alecto Carrow

Preferred Pronouns: she/her

Birthday: 13 January 1955

Employment: A healer at St. Mungo’s, specifically in the poisons ward. Alecto loves to experiment, but with the accumulated debt her family subjected to her and her brother, she didn’t have the means to fund her own projects. At St. Mungo’s poisons ward, she’s limitless in the ingredients available for her to create both poisons and remedies (not that the latter will ever see the light of day), as well as endless patients she could… test her concoctions on. Those she experiments on are patients who are on their deathbeds, those who wouldn’t be missed either for long or at all. Should they die after consuming her poisons, then it was simply their time to go. No one is the wiser. 

Patronus: Alecto will never be able to cast a Patronus, much to her frustration. She hates not being able to do something, feeling limited in inaccessibility, but there’s no happy memories for her to draw on to bring about a Patronus. However, it would likely be a lynx: controlling in power, individualistic, and sharp-sighted, as well as quiet, intelligent, and curious.

Boggart: She sees an older woman, a much more beautiful woman who stalks around her with an air of authority and privilege that she was never allowed to have. The mug the woman carries is a sickly green, the faint outline of a skull in its ripples, and Alecto’s mother shoves the poison at her daughter, hissing: You are a disgrace to the Carrow name. Drink your poison, girl: perhaps we’ll be lucky enough to see you drop dead. She will never have the beauty that her mother possessed, never have the propriety of a pureblood socialite, but at least she can paint her bedroom walls a deep red, courtesy to palette her mother’s open throat provides.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: 

[ + ] Sly: Save for her expulsion from Hogwarts, Alecto has always found deceiving people to be pathetically easy. She and Amycus had been sickly from a young age, and everyone pities the sick kid--oh, how she took advantage of that. I’m too weak to do that, she’d say with a tremble added to her voice. Push the student down the stairs? With these knobby arms? Her expulsion had been a fluke, something she swore wouldn’t happen again. Her lies came easier with age, as did her ability to cover up her illegal experiments: who had something to hide when that something couldn’t be proved in the first place?

[ + ] Focused: Her ability to sit down and get her work done in record-time is unrivaled, at least as far as she’s concerned. Anything beyond her task at hand is a distraction, and a distraction is the last thing she wants. Alecto gets to the end goal for both herself and for others requesting favors of her through a sort of tunnel-vision, but that’s the way she likes it.

[ + ] Curious: She thanks dear mother for this particular quality of hers. It was Mother who introduced her to poisons and their effects on the human body, as well as anatomy so she could really appreciate how a person’s body can convulse when subjected to the Cruciatus curse. She was enthralled then, watching their muscles jump in response to the pain of poison or a curse, and she’s still just as fascinated, even if her subjects are much less healthy of late. She wants to know how the body reacts to every extreme she puts it through; she may never be fully satiated.

[ - ] Short-Tempered: Another gift from her family, Alecto is prone to bouts of (sometimes uncalled for) extreme anger. She flies into a rage that involves vials being thrown and unfortunate patients’ bones being snapped when something goes wrong in her tests, only to be healed and promptly obliviated lest a competent healer question them later on. The only person she tries not to hurt is her brother, but if she does then it simply cannot be helped. Afterward, Alecto never apologizes. She just gets back to work.

[ - ] Manipulative: Sweet words don’t mean nearly as much coming from a plain face than they do from a beautiful one, something she’s secretly envious of her mother for. Still, given the nature of her true work and the environment she grew up in, Alecto had to find her own way to get what she wanted, because being a daddy’s girl wasn’t an option for her like it might’ve been with another family. She lathered honey onto the tip of her tongue at a young age and since then, she’s used it to barter and steal and worm her way into gaining friends in high places, even if the proceeding smile has a slightly unnerving undertone to it. She gets what she wants.

[ - ] Sadistic: No one takes dying patients and feeds them poison with a sane mind. Alecto finds joy in the convulsing bodies of her subjects for the few hours she’s able to have them alone, taking a mountain of notes with each muscle twitch before adding a spell or a curse to just the right spot to inflict more pain. It’s her favorite pastime, and she’s certain she knows more about the reactions of human anatomy versus spell casting and ingested poisons than anyone in the ward, perhaps even the hospital; she can’t wait to move on to injecting poisons directly into her subjects’ veins.

BIOGRAPHY; ( tw for abuse / childhood abuse ahead )

She should have been the envy among the pureblood elite, just as her mother had been before her. 

Her mother had been graceful, charismatic, a beauty beyond compare, and all eyes turned toward the Carrows after she had announced her pregnancy to see such traits reflected in the eyes of any children she bore, doubly so when twins were announced partway into the pregnancy. Alecto’s first familial disappointment was her own birth, entering the world on a sullen January evening weeks before she was meant to and minutes before her brother. Frail were the bones of a newborn, but that risk was multiplied by their premature birth. Thus began one of many hospital stays throughout Alecto’s childhood, surrounded by tutting healers and bright white walls, reflecting fluorescent lights and nearly blinding her by the tender age of five.

There was something off-putting about her, growing up. Being carted to and from the hospital didn’t leave much room for proper childhood development, let alone an education among her peers. Her dependency on vials of medicine borderlined an unhealthy obsession, and at home her mother only encouraged her intrigue toward potions and poisons with her own mixes, sickly green liquids filling the vials and tilting into her mouth as she insisted Alecto build up a tolerance from an early age. Mother wasn’t careful, however, and Alecto took vials while she was at home and fed them to the animals that dared to approach the Carrow home, watching squirrels and bugs and, later, dogs and cats thrash against invisible foes coursing their intestines until they fell still in defeat. She drew the scenes on the paper the healers provided her when she couldn’t be at home, ignoring the horrified expressions the adults wore as she depicted each detail with morbid fascination. 

Hogwarts saw an improvement in her health, if only just. The dampness that filled the Slytherin common rooms from its dungeon location echoed the sober atmosphere of the Carrow manor, but away from an absent father and an overbearing mother Alecto found it in herself to thrive--particularly in Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts (though she scoured the library for the offensive dark arts as well, eager to see what spells and curses she could make tick). Her peers whispered and laughed without much subtly at her, taunting the beauty she would never have, aggravating her nerves until she snapped. One whisper into Amycus’ ear saw an older student shoved down the steps of the astronomy tower, and Alecto couldn’t stop staring at the way her bones were twisted into an all-too unnatural angle. It didn’t take much convincing to get Amycus to do her bidding, because she knew her brother wanted it too: wanted to see those who tormented them tormented in return, tenfold. The best part was they never got caught, never left enough evidence to lead back to the twins’ so-called accidents; at least, until they did. One slip-up saw the Carrow twins standing in a snowstorm, blood splattered on their green robes, and professors dragged them away. Not even the Carrow name could keep their wands from being snapped, but it was enough to get another wand and get them into Durmstrang.

To say it truthfully, Alecto didn’t give a rat’s ass about the war Lord Voldemort reigned down upon the wizarding world. She knew about blood purity, knew her brother saw muggleborns as a threat to the world as they knew it, but that wasn’t why Alecto took the Dark Mark. How did magic pick and choose which muggles got to see their world? It had to be more than having magical lineage choosing the person at random. Alecto wanted to know how it worked, and only the Dark Lord would let her slice open muggleborns and test their blood. Her potions skills, along with a good bit of fibbing, got her into the poisons ward of St. Mungo’s, a place that she had considered home for half of her childhood. Healing wasn’t her end goal, though: testing was. So long as the Death Eaters brought her subjects to experiment on, she would do whatever they wished in whatever fashion they desired--and this time, Alecto would not get caught.

[helena-vanderbilt]

╰ °✧ that’s helena vanderbuilt and she seems to look a lot like banita sandhu. according to ministry files, the pureblood used to attend beauxbatons and be in ombrelune. now, they’re twenty-two and is a socialite. elegant updos without a single hair out of place, poison coated lips that cut worse than a sword, red-hot anger contained in delicate glass, secrets spoken but never written down, and a feeling that ‘home’ is a place that never truly existed are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re neutral (with death eater leanings).

tw: abuse

helena vanderbilt is the eldest of the two vanderbilt children. in her heart, she always knew that she was meant to be the heir -- however, due to tradition that is rooted in sexism, her younger brother, thomas became the heir to the vanderbilt family. well, that, and the fact that she is the product of her father’s affair with another pureblood woman. seeing as she’s basically considered a ‘bastard’ and not a ‘true child’ to the parents that raised her, she was out of the running since before she was born.

this led helena to dedicate herself to proving her worth to her family. she was cunning, strategic, and family-centered -- all things that she felt thomas absolutely couldn’t be. if she went to hogwarts, she was certain she’d be sorted into slytherin. 

however, helena did not go to hogwarts. she went to beauxbatons, where she shot an arrow that gave off blue sparks, sending her to ombrelune. helena understood that she was sent to beauxbatons so that she would be farther away from home and that her family wouldn’t have to put up with or even see her. as such, she used that time to become the best (read: most sinister/cunning) version of herself that she could be.

(tw: abuse) when she did return home, on rare occasion, it was not a happy time. her father was an angry man who believed more in corporal punishment than verbal ones. his wife, her ‘mother’ had little sympathy for helena, and went out of her way to comment that helena likely deserved any bruises (physical and emotional) she may have received at the hands of her father 

once tommy was disowned, she expected to get more of that positive familial attention, but instead she got leftover wrath and anger, which only toughened her more. knowing that her family now has no choice but to accept her as the heir, she takes any punishment in stride, feeling that she got what she wanted, at the end of the day, and if it means putting up with a bit more of this abuse, she’s willing to take it.  (end abuse tw) 

helena will do whatever she needs to do to get ahead/get what she wants. like... anything. it doesn't matter if that means marrying a person she hates, or a weaker/more manipulative pureblood person that she can pull the strings behind. but if she does end up marrying someone she doesn’t love, she doesn't mind having secret relationships on the side, either. her happiness comes first, family second, community third, then anyone else.

wanted connections:

betrothal - must be another pureblood

former relationships/flings 

secret/hidden relationships (open to any gender, pureblood or halfblood)

childhood friends

friends from beauxbatons

rivals within the pureblooded community

enemies of any kind

[elaphxs]

j f p.

i’m a believer, it’s chaos

╰ °✧ that’s james potter and he seems to look a lot like dev patel. according to ministry files, the pureblood used to attend hogwarts and be in gryffindor. now, he’s twenty and is an auror-in-training. morning sunlight pouring through windows, late night conversations with no meaning, dying embers of a fireplace, echoing footsteps through empty hallways, the wind rushing through your hair, and a smile bright enough to outshine the sun are the best ways to describe him. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that he’s an order member. 

i’d rather save an angel down

hello! i am bean, the other half of the admin team and your local james potter fanatic. i’ve been writing my boy since 2017 and i’m so excited to finally get the chance to use him again!

basics

FULL NAME - james fleamont benedict potter

NICKNAMES - prongs, potter, jimbo

GENDER / PRONOUNS - cismale / he series

AGE - twenty

BIRTHDAY - march 27 1960

BLOOD STATUS - pureblood

SEXUALITY - painfully heterosexual

OCCUPATION - auror-in-training under alastor moody

PATRONUS - stag

WAND - 11″ mahogany dragon heartstring core

BOGGART - voldemort

AFFLIATION - order member

FC - dev patel

biography

your favorite ex gryffindor himbo but now featuring trauma

the quidditch loving, pranking master, cocky headboy has done some serious growing up these past two years.

though he will not talk about it, james is much better at listening to people talking about their problems than actually dealing with his own.

with his parents both being very sick and now the idea that lily could be pregnant in the middle of a wizarding world civil war-- man just needs a break.

of course, he can’t catch one as he is finishing up his auror training and now throwing himself more in the order cause.

that’s right! james potter finally put a ring on it, who would have guessed?

lily is the best thing to have happened to him during this time.

he joined this battle for her. to know that one day they won’t have to worry about the discrimination that comes with her blood status.

as a pureblood from a mostly respected family in the wizarding world, james easily could have bought his own safety and gone into hiding to avoid the war. but he cares far too much and feels like its his singlehanded goal to protect those around him that are affected by the war to feel good about protecting himself.

and now there might be a baby...

both he and lily are very much in denial of even the idea of a baby.

what kind of idiots have a baby in the middle of a war (these two).

[ffinnigan]

╰ °✧ that’s FIONA FINNIGAN and SHE seems to look a lot like NATALIA DYER. according to ministry files, the WEREWOLF/PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in GRYFFINDOR. now, they’re TWENTY and a FLORTIST at FLORBLUNDERS. spilled drinks, often accompanied by a slew of curses. a quick temper that is equally matched to an otherwise silly personality. a growingly thick irish accent as her temper rises. a curious demeanor that leads to sometimes sticky situations. a love for gifting friends with flowers from her work that she probably, maybe didn’t pay for are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re an ORDER MEMBER.

* Constantly a WIP BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Fiona Finnigan

Nickname(s): 

Age: Twenty

Date of Birth: November 2nd (Scorpio)

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female She/Her

Orientation: Bisexual Heath: Infected by Lycanthropy

House: Gryffindor Alumni

Patronus: Grizzly Bear Boggart: Fenrir Greyback

Wand: 9 inches. Fir. Jackalope Antler. Swishy.

Occupation: Florist at Floriblunders

Affiliation: The Order

Pet: coming soon

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Natalia Dyer

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Green

Height: 5'0″

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Ears

FAMILY

Father: Cillian Finnigan

Mother: Saoirse Finnigan

Sibling(s): Sean Finnigan

Subtly implied abuse, and alcohol use TW

EXTRAS Ever since Fiona was attacked as a child by Fenrir Greyback she has never fully recovered or trusted older men again. She will continue to act tough, when beneath the surface she is fearful and afraid when having to deal with them; especially when alone. When moments are especially bad, she will often resort to dipping into her alcohol stash to calm her nerves and push down the memories that plague her mind. CONNECTIONS Best Friend: Remus Lupin Love Interest: None atm

WANTED CONNECTIONS A best friend or potential romantic interest in either Dean Thomas’ mom or dad Past flings/hook ups/romances while at Hogwarts (good or bad, male or female) Enemies/Frenemies

[isntitsirius]

╰ °✧ that’s sirius black and he seems to look a lot like david castañeda. according to ministry files, the pureblood used to attend hogwarts and be in gryffindor. now, they’re twenty and is an auror in training. worn out leather jackets; the smell of cigarette smoke; the weight of disappointing the family legacy; a burn of loneliness deep beneath the surface; loud laughter in corridors; being shushed in the library; a purple hickey from a forgotten name and face; intense protectiveness over loved ones; reckless unfailing loyalty are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re an order member.

y’all know sirius and his story so tbh i’m just going to lay out some headcanons about my sirius just so everyone gets the picture

he is literally the dumbest smart person you will ever meet. aka he could make a potion perfectly but then would think it’s funny to stick his hand in it to see what happens

ngl he became a such a prankster because he was bored with school. everything was too easy for him so he needed to do something with his brain and obviously coming up with stupidly extravagant pranks was the only answer

he knows lots of random shit??? he’ll come up with random facts all the time and reveal secret talents that no one even knew he had. he just absorbs information and learns to do so many things because he needs to be constantly occupied

is 10000000000000% a night owl. he considered becoming nocturnal until he realised he’d miss out on all the food during the day. disturbing him in the morning is probs a big mistake because he’ll grumble until he’s consumed his body weight in coffee

grew his hair long because he wanted to be a mermaid

pansexual affffffffffff. will literally flirt with anything that moves. and yes, the rumour that he once asked out the giant squid was not untrue. nor was the one where he asked out dumbledore. and mcgonagall fifty times.

he’s not actually as much of a whore as everyone seems to think he is, it’s just that when he DOES get laid he’s very loud about it just so everybody knows

100% encourages the rumours that he’s dating all the marauders just because he thinks it’s funny ( also because there’s one in particular he would very happily date but is too dumb too actually admit it )

he doesn’t actually hate his family but he doesn’t agree with their views at all and thinks they’re all twats. he half resents himself for not trying harder to be in their good books but he knows he’s better off without them

when he’s sad he usually transforms into a dog and sits by a fireplace or something to nap for a while

he loves muggle things just out of spite of his parents??? it used to be an act but tbh the more he immersed himself in muggle culture the more he realised how much he liked it so now the only music he listens to is muggle bands and he spends a lot of time in muggle london

his motorbike is his baby and he bought it because he thinks he looks cool riding it when he probably looks like a twat

LOOOOOOOOOOOVES QUIDDITCH. he isn’t actually very good at it ( as it’s the only thing he can’t do ) so he wasn’t on the gryffindor team but he was the biggest cheerleader ever and always went all out at the matches and screamed james’ name and wrote chants which he encouraged everyone to sing

he acts like the war is a game which probably pisses everyone off but really it’s just a defence mechanism to hide how scared he is. he’s probably been kicked out of 689789 order meetings for messing about and not taking them siriusly seriously

he will literally do anything within his power to protect his friends. he’d jump in front of a killing curse just to save their arses without a second thought. if sirius has decided he likes a person then he’ll fiercely protect them for the rest of his life

[ofrab]

╰ °✧ that’s REGULUS BLACK and HE seems to look a lot like LOGAN LERMAN. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re NINETEEN and is CURRENTLY UNEMPLOYED. tired eyes against pale skin, the occasional catch of a pained smile, the last glimmer of hope in pain filled eyes, an overly put together outfit, rain trickling against a window on a gloomy day with a lost soul staring out as the storm rolls in, and a lonely boy speaking in whispers to a house elf he calls his best friend. are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re trying to be NEUTRAL. | OOC; salem. mst. 25+. he/they.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Regulus Arcturus Black

Nickname(s): Reg

Age: Nineteen

Date of Birth: February 28th

Zodiac: Pisces

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Homosexual

House: Slytherin

Boggart: Suffocation

Patronus: Non-Corporeal, struggles with happy memories. Animagus: Red Fox (Silver mutation) - Unregistered

Wand: Yew wood, Kelpie Hair, 9 Inches

Job: Current Unemployed

Pet: A bat he rescued named Pyxis

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Logan Lerman

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Light Blue/Grey

Height: 5'5"

Tattoos: none (yet)

Piercings: none

FAMILY

Father: Orion Black

Mother: Walburga Black

Sibling(s): Sirius Black

Cousins: Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black, Narcissa Black

Abuse, Mental Health TW

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*Note: I do not plan to actively mention this much in game as I want to avoid upsetting anyone, but I feel it is an important part of his character so I am including it here as an option thing for people to read. I am leaving it as vague, and short, as possible as well to play it safe.

Regulus has suffered abuse at the hands of his parents for as long as he can remember. Most incidents being that of mental and emotional manipulation, but some going so far as to involve physical acts and the dark arts. All of this has lead to him being the reserved, and fearful person he is today; someone who is far too afraid to let most people get close to him and even more afraid to follow his own path in life and escape the horrors that are the Black family, and 12 Grimmauld Place.